WIND

I

Feel it on my face

Blades bend aimlessly

Pollination is in the air

Germination not far off

The ability to create

The ability to destroy

Shattered

It travels so fast
The end is near
Gravity is the enemy.

Sands Of Time

The longer it goes
The less you have
The higher it gets
The lower it becomes
Constant movement
Fighting to be first
Right side up
Wrong side down
180 degree turns
Allows for new life